Calvin's eleven years old - well, technically, anyways, but his shorts still reach his ankles - and not much has changed. Until the letter from Hogwarts, that is. *dramatic music* *sense of foreboding* *bloodcurdling screams echoing in the distance*

Calvin and Hobbes have been invited to Hogwarts! What adventures await them there? *Yep. This is the story that I wish to delete. I just can't do it. Too many memories I suppose. Looking at this though... Yeah it's pretty bad. Don't go in expecting anything good. Check out The Best Seven Years instead of this.*